I think a lot about mama holding my hand when I was young. For some reason, my sweetest memory is when we were riding in the car. My sister, my brother, and me in the back seat. Daddy driving, of course, and mama up front. Mama road with her arm across the back of the seat. I only had to put my hand on hers and she would squeeze my hand and hold it. Mama didn't have to say a word. Her touch said everything.
I am a lot like my Mother, as I should be. Growing up, I wanted to be with her all the time. I'll tell you a secret...One Sunday, mama and daddy were going to see some of daddy's family. About a two hour drive away. I was 13 years old. Mama asked if I wanted to go with them and I said no. Well, they were barely out of sight when I realized mama was gone for the day. I missed her!! Why didn't I go with her?? I cried until they got home...which was all day!!!
I think at some point Lynn posted this picture on her blog but here it is again. Mama holding me, and my sister standing beside her.
I love these quotes ...
"I shall never forget my Mother, for it was she who
planted and nurtured the first seeds of good within me"
"Mothers hold their children's hands for the early
years, but their hearts forever."
"There is an enduring tenderness in the love of
Yesterday was busy! Busy outside and I also had to do some shopping. Glad I had the camera with me...I pass this old place when I go in to town...
The flowers are so pretty this spring...
I caught big boy crowing...
Don't know if I should even post this...So thank you if you've managed to stay this long!
Wishing you a happy Mother's Day!!!